Another journal entry that I thought I’d share with all of you. It’s not long; I got straight to the point. That’s the thing, sometimes the things we need to hear aren’t very complicated, we just have to listen.
February 10, 2010
At 7pm we went to a prayer meeting at Binjari.
On the way in we drove (I was driving) past people at the city limit for alcohol (they can’t drink in their town so they go out to the edge and sit on the side of the road drinking). Jeffrey and Rita(a husband and wife we met at church) were sitting out there with everyone else. It broke my heart to see them there. After hearing Jeffrey sing on Sunday night and praying over Rita for her alcohol addiction it hurt to see them out there. 
Talking with them at the bookstore the other day Rita told me and Sarah how peacefully she slept the night we prayed for her. I think I will always remember seeing her wpe away the tears when we finished praying.
Driving home after the meeting tonight they were on the side of the dark road alone. I watched as Rita stumbled to the ground when trying to sit. I wanted so badly to pull the car over twice, firstly on the way in, to invite them to come with us. Secondly was on the way out; maybe give them a ride home, pray for them, I don’t know.
It’s one thing to see a drunk stranger on the side of the road, but it’s completely different then you know them, have prayed and cried with them. Is that how it is with God? He knows us, He’s cried over us, He knows our name; we’re not a nameless person, but His child. I think I got a glimpse of that tonight, and it saddens me that I let the moment pass without reaching out.
I don’t want to remain apathetic. Lord, break my heart for what breaks yours; give me your eyes for just one moment, and your ears to hear the cry of your precious children.
The End
I got to share this entry with my team and now I am glad I get to share it with you.
